Not only the apprentices-even Kroya could not help standing up. What... huh?
A magic vein was much like a spiritual vein in cultivation novels, but a little more unusual, because forming a network through which magic could flow required many complex conditions.
Many mages believed that a magic vein was a tiny fissure and projection of the Aether Plane manifested in the Main Plane. Only that could explain its endless flow of magic.
Generally, they were ranked from one to twelve, just like mages-the highest mage rank this planar world allowed.
Magic veins had countless uses. First, they could supply pure magic to power magic arrays without any conversion.
Second, the magic within them needed only a little extraction to be used in making Magic Recovery Potions.
Finally, a base for cultivation and breeding could be established around a magic vein. An entirely new territory could be developed around one.
So even Kroya was tempted.
The magic vein before the apprentices, which continuously poured out liquid magic, appeared to be at least rank two.
Once that liquid magic flowed out, it turned into intangible magic and dispersed into the surrounding environment.
The apprentices were already at a loss.
Their education had covered identifying magic veins, but not how to handle them, because these things were simply too rare.
They could only turn to the Mushroom Person for help-or, more precisely, to Kroya, who was still in the castle.
Kroya watched from his end, considering the situation.
A magic vein could not be moved. If he wanted to claim this one, he would have to incorporate this stretch of beach into his territory as well.
It was not far, only twenty kilometers away.
He thought for a moment, then glanced at the map hanging beside him. "This is within White Gull